Our hopes couldn’t be any higher for what this expansion will mean – hundreds (if not thousands) of construction jobs, thousands more students shopping in our stores, eating in our restaurants, browsing our bookstores and sitting in coffee shops.
Legislators give lip service to the public’s right to know about government operations. But too often, for the right special interest, they’re willing, eager even, to limit access to information. Two bills addressing this tendency are pending, one involving an entrenched special interest who wants to keep negative information hidden, the other a shiny new one that would hide info we now have a right to know.
The Republican primary season has resembled a professional wrestling match more than a consideration of who is best qualified to lead the nation. From the so-called debates, with a dozen shouting candidates, to the sucker punches at rallies to the dirty jokes, taunts and accusations, what began as a raucous process has turned into something totally unprecedented.
Some people want us to believe cannabis is a wonder weed, miracle cure and our industrial salvation. Such hyperbole echoes the charlatans who have been selling cures and magic beans for centuries. But don’t let that discount what hundreds of people in our community, thousands across our region and tens of thousands in our state have been saying for years: Cannabis helps them.
If the FBI can’t see what’s on Syed Farook’s smartphone, any other terrorists involved in the massacre of 14 people in San Bernardino might go undetected. If Apple is forced to help the government unlock Farook’s phone, the privacy of iPhone users around the globe will be compromised.
Monopolies are such easy targets. No one likes them because the companies that have no competition almost always end up either abusing their customers or taking them for granted. Consider cable TV providers.
It would be terrible, on Super Bowl Sunday, the high holy day of sports, if someone got hurt; if someone had to be carted off the field, suffered a broken arm or a fractured collarbone. No one wants to see that.